#making quite a few little assumptions here so we can back off n replot as

[pyshcic]

⤳   @subdivines​​​,    𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯,   asked:     ‹ did you mean it when you said you were okay with this? because it doesn’t really seem like you are. ›

the glance she throws him is sharp, eyes like knives in their own right, sharpened glass at their edges, but accompanied, after only a short beat, by a gentle smile. a stark duality: she sports something at once condemning and welcoming, purposefully offputting. “ i'm not in the habit of saying anything i don't mean. ” here, as these words are spoken, she appears to make effort to soften her features further, though a fervor remains in her stare. it is a balance between comfort and jaw-clenching frustration: no one has listened to her. this makes her livid, but she holds no office to raise any further a stir than she already has. refusing an invitation would be taken as a declaration of some kind, the exact sort house cullen was trying to avoid.

“ vision and prophecy are fickle. i tend to advise against relying on it. but i'll not doubt the king's good wisdom in asking for some foresight. ” she takes a deep breath, heavy and easily discernible to the naked eye. fluttering downwards, her glare is cast towards the stone floor instead, just for a moment. when it returns upwards, she flicks it in aemond's direction with more sincerity to its softness. something more personal, and a little apologetic for her previously cold demeanor. it was quite unlike herself. “ what do you think of it? ” as if instinctively, her voice lowers. the question is asked with an honest interest, a certain care apparent in wishing to hear its answer. “ are you okay with this? ”